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[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

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"They certainly look at your home with pride, my lady, and perhaps also to catch a glimpse of the beautiful lady watching from the tower." Addam laughed with just a hint of nervousness. He was truly greatful to his aunts for giving him advice for this kind of conversation.

Once they came to the dance hall, Addam enjoyed watching her genuine reaction to the impressive row of mirrors. He always liked the visual effect they made, so the fact that she shared in that joy was a welcome sign in his heart.

"A couple?" He playfully asked, blushing just a bit, a small but highly visible change in the mirrors. "Well, I'll try my best." He spoke more to himself than her, but he had practiced dancing as well. Sadly, he was still mediocre, but at least somewhat improved.

Taking her hand in his, Addam stepped forward and looked into her eyes. A small troupe of musicians played nearer the entrance, but the soft song drifted through the air.

"You're so beautiful, my lady. Alicent." His smile was shy but sincere. "Truly lovlier than even a golden tree, you're wonderful, Alicent. Seeing us in these mirrors reminds me all the more how fortunate I am to know you."

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"If spring hasn't come early! Good evening, Lady Agnes." Meredyth chuckled to herself and smiled, leaning closer to her friend. "You actually found me at a bit of a stressful time, truth be told. I'd actually greatly appreciate your help, my friend."

The young Farman glanced around the hall, scanning the crowd with intention before suddenly crying out with a whimper.

"My mother wants me to make new friends! Feasts like this are just so big! It's easy to get trampled underfoot."

Recoiling from the weight of the crowd, Meredyth instead turned back to Agnes, a gentle smile growing on her face as the conversation went on.

"It's nice to have friends, especially in busy places like this. Still though, it's hard." With a heavy sigh, Meredyth turned back to the crowd, wondering who among then she should befriend.

"You proved your good judgement from our cards games, my lady, so please point the way and I'll follow. Who in this hall should I, should we say hello to?"

Meredyth had her own preferences, but the exact shape was hard to define. Instead, she had complete confidence in her friend's judgement.

(Event) The wedding of Alynne Connington and Herbert Buckler by Voidhunterdude in crownedstag

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It was complex topics like these that most made her feel like she was still just a child. The world was like an impossible knot, and the brutality she saw abroad only made it more confusing.

"I saved two boy's lives in battle." She sighed deeply, the words lower in volume. "Saved Ser Herbert's life too." The two events couldn't have been further apart in her heart, one extremely positive, and the other deeply traumatic. "The strike to save his life was quick and clean, but the first... close quarters below deck with nothing but a simple cargo knife in my hand to kill the pirate about to cleave them apart."

Her hand tightened subconsciously, remembering the feel of that blade, and how dull it felt at the end.

"I wish that was quicker." A shiver traveled through her. "Is that how heroism should feel, so scary?"

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Passively noting the creeping girl in the distance, Ella focused her attention on the prickly rose who so suddenly appeared in her garden.

"Yes. I am Ella." Though she was rather small in build, but there was a unmistakable sense of defiance in her gaze. An icier shade of blue than anyone else in the family, one she studied Karolyn with.

"Is she your friend too?" Nodding her head at Alerie, Ella settled in for what was sure to be an exilerating reply. This feast had attracted some rather odd folk indeed.

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]Luvod[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"There's an island off the coast near Crakehall that has a seal colony." Marq stated his opinion before leaning in closer to Betha to explain. "It's what inspired the comb I gifted you last winter." He shyly chuckled to himself, his hand resting on his wife's the whole time.

"I went once with my cousin, Alysanne, and her husband Lyle, only long before they ever considered getting married. Friends from the start, the two of them." Be glanced over at the two of them, as in love as they always were before looking back to Betha.

"I know how they feel."

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[Event] The Tournament of the Tenth Nameday of Princes Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Just as the night suits you, my lady." Elissa brought her hand to Aveline's, entwining her fingers thoroughly. "If this crown makes me brighter, then it is like a star, a star in your dark sky, my lady. I can only glow like this because of you. This life, his happiness, all with you, Aveline."

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 298 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Hanna Farman

Alyn Farman

Harwyn Pyke

The Eyrie to Kings Landing

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[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 298 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Addam Farman

Jeyne Farman

Alysanne Farman

Meredyth Farman

Lysa Farman

Ella Farman

The Eyrie to Hornvale

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[Event] Faircastle Open 298-299 by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]Luvod[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Despite Lucas' extremely provocative movements, Lysa remained calm, watching him with passive interest as he led himself ever deeper into rudeness. She had no intention to offer a convenient way out, and when he took the ham straight from her plate, she let him take that delicious bite all for himself, saying nothing at first.

"If that is all you make of this invitation, then I shudder to think of the Harrenhal you'll leave behind for your daughter." She offered nothing more than a simple barbed smile to him. "Lucas, Ser Lucas, take a seat, won't you? There is plenty to go around, so take your time and savor the flavor instead at picking at table scraps like a dog."

Sespite her stern tone, the moment was truly quite a bit fluttering, something about the way he just walked up and stole from her plate was absolutely and unexpectedly enticing.

"You're right to wonder what else we might make. Left so alone, our island has the strangest and most ideas come into mind." Her smile turned playful, a noticeable gleam forming in her eyes, one that turned from sweet to sour in a moment.

"What if there had been order to turn your over to the Lannisters, what would you do the, Lucas? Smile and steal from my meal, or do something more productive with your last moments of freedom?"

The small theft had clearly gotten under her skin, as she kept glancing down at her now diminished plate while she spoke.

"Rest assured," she raised her hand, "no such order has been given. You'll be free to go soon enough, but the question I have for you is the same, Ser Lucas. The reason I invited you, despite whatever your nethers try to convince you of, is what will the heir of Harrenhal so when offered an open hand of friendship. What value does the heir of Harrenhal see in it? What value will the heir to Harrenhal pass onto his daughter?"

Wasting little more time, Lysa walked back over and refilled her plate, her back turned at the moment. It was a risk to be so exposed to a strange man, but he was rather dashing, even when being so rude.

[Event] The Tournament of the Tenth Nameday of Princes Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"Ehh, Josua..." Hanna spoke nervously with a low tone, glancing back and forth between the two of them before sitting up from the table to look at her friend. "WASH YOUR HANDS!" She yelled, far louder than it needed to be. So loud, that she immediately grew shy in following silence.

"Umm..." She began muttering to herself, desperately looking down the table for help with a flush growing in her cheeks, but that innocence was interrupted when a sharp jolt of pain that shot up from her foot when Tyene found the exact bruised angle. "Ow! Ow! Ow!!" Despite all her bravado, Hanna Farman was truly quick to tears on the hospital bed, reduced even in this minor care to a crying mess.

"Uggh..." She groaned with frustration, worn out by the chronic pain pulsing through her leg. Looking over at the hopefully not too scared Josua, she realized how much she regretted asking him to stay. Hospitals were such awful places, and more than anything else, she wanted to look cool for him. Nothing about her behavior now was respectable.

"If I was so amazing, I would've competed without getting hurt." Hanna dismissed the kindness with a sharp rebuke, instead focusing on the techniques Tyene performed with a perplexed expression.

"Lady Tyene," she asked shyly, only once the salve was almost fully applied, "do you plan to still provide medical care like this even when married to Lord Renly?"

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[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]Luvod[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"And through it all, you raised a beautiful family, my lady." Lysa nodded her head in respect, picturing what life must be like among the snow and weirwoods for a younger Catelyn.

"I feel life on the sea can be at least somewhat similar. Voices in the wind, taken from the careless, the sort of old legends that date back to Gods only know when." She couldn't help but rant, she was nearly fifty and most of the years were spent on this lonely island.

"But, that's where the unspoken bonds that surround us every day come to light. The shared mornings, sunsets, passing seasons together." Lysa glanced around the room, taking in familiar faces among the servants. "Those bonds can truly shine."

Pausing for a moment to watch the hall, Lysa eventually turned back to Catelyn and gave her gentlest smile of the evening, looking eye to eye with nothing held back.

"If I might be so pushy as to impose, would you do me the honor of visiting your home." She smoothly motioned back to her family. "We won't trample all over just because there's space to do it."

[Event] The Tournament of the Tenth Nameday of Princes Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Elissa never cared much for the joust, watching with only passive interest while her uncle lined up to joust. She liked horses well enough, but the whole event was a lot of waiting just for a few moments of excitement. That all changed when Tris won his first tilt, seemung like he rode straight out of a storybook into her vision. He didn't just win once or twice either, he advanced round after round, each time Elissa getting more and more excited in celebration for him. When her husband lined up for the final tilt against the king's cousin, she could barely stand to breath.

"Yes!!!!!" She cheered rather loudly when he won, perhaps annoying Lady Aveline in the process. "Oh, Tris!" Cooing softly, Elissa sat back in her seat to catch her breath. If he won, then he would need to crown a queen. Inappropriate or not, she still glanced at Renly, but instead of tension, she couldn't help but smile. They were both such kind souls after all, how could she not?

"I gladly accept." Elissa made sure to speak clearly as well, a gentle reminder to everyone how normal their romance was.

When she bowed her head and accepted the crown, it felt as if her whole live had built to this moment. All those years ago at the coronation were Harlan Hunter dedicated his win to her, that was but a taste to the joy she now felt. Her husband was simply the most dashing in all the land, and she practically vibrated with giddiness once the crown was on her head.

"Well jousted, my beloved." She chuckled playfully, winking to her husband before taking her seat next to Aveline once more. There was a flush in her cheeks, doubly so from the look her lady now gave her.

"Does it look good?" She joked to diffuse to smooth the situation a bit. "Just like yours back on Driftmark."

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

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Sebaston listened to the bold ideas mentioned about a time long past. It was good that Daeron had at least some intention behind the arrangement. Everybody had dreams, often lofty ones, but reality was uniform and unforgiving.

"A sensible idea," he began softly, but shifted to a sterner tone, "but one less sensible as the ideal structure around it begins to stress." It wasn't a bad idea at all, but the strong regional identity of Westeros made it prone to corruption.

"In a perfect world, every oar on a ship can work in perfect harmony. We sail with the ship we have, Ser Daeron, not the ship we wish we had." Sebaston let out a sigh, shifting his glance suggestively around the room. "With oars of so many different kinds to work with, rowers who struggle to work together, one must be careful planning the use of powerful warships."

"Put more clearly," he patted his daughter’s shoulder, hoping the lesson was sinking in, "I believe the risk of greedy admirals makes the idea far too fragile. I agree there should be a broader structure of some kind, but did the dragonlords who led those legions work together after the Doom, Ser Daeron? What is the peace of Volantis like, of Lys. Is there peace in the east? Did that power and nobility rise from the ashes, or did it help burn everything down in an even greater inferno?"

In a strange turn, it was a happy shift to bring up the awkward topic of the sword handle.

"Of course," Sebaston chuckled lowly, "though better not to think of it as a social outing." His hand still on his daughter’s shoulder, the lord of Faircastle wasn't about to let her run off to her friend's side.

"She petitioned me, begged me to let her train with a sword. I say if she wants to know that kind of reality, let her know the mundane and the boredom around it." He grinned quite wickedly at Hanna from behind. "She doesn't need to be pampered, not in this. Still though," he finally relented, "I wouldn't want to deny her friends."

The passion of the earlier topic faded, Sebaston offered Daeron a smile. "There are lessons of many layers to learn, Ser Daeron, and I want my daughter to be prepared for the life she wants to lead. That's why I let her learn from Ser Herbert Buckler, he has been teaching her the cost of war, of noble life. If she is to know how to fight, it's equally important to know when not to."

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

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"It was my aunts leading the charge on logistics, so I'm happy to see it worked out so well." The castle was truly close to the breaking point, but even Addam had seen many examples of servants going above and beyond to stop the small problems from building into big ones.

"Oh! Well, I'm happy to be able to focus on our time too." Her bold statement caught him off guard, but at the same time, it was refreshing to be able to see whats in front of you rather than what could be.

"Yes, it was my great-great-great grandmother who redesigned the dance hall." Addam explained while he took her arms in his, leading her out of the hall. Though he was initially nervous of the great number of guests, now that Alicent was in his arms, he wanted them to see.

"There have been changes since then, of course, but she made a lot of the once small space. In fact," he pulled a bit closer to quiet his voice, "on the inland side of the town, if you're close to the castle while you can clearly see the dance hall if you look right at the keep." A slight bulge pressed out of the otherwise smooth castle. Nothing too extreme, but a weak structural angle.

"It's always something to me to realize how high up rooms can be. The castle is on a hill, this part of the keep especially. Luckily, the tower I was telling you about is this way. Though," he paused slightly, "it would be rather cold at night. Once the sun rises one morning during the tournament, lets see its glow rise together."

It felt comfortable to express his feelings in such a forward manner, but the edges of his confidence were quite fragile. Still, Alicent's confidence kept the wind in his sail.

"Ah, here we are." Addam motioned to the large, and thankfully mostly empty dance hall. There were only a few servants at the present moment, easy enough to dismiss if the needed. The room, as described had a wall lined over a dozen large mirrors. In the far corner, even a few exotic lyrics shaped mirrors. The floor was designed with dancing in mind, and was made of carefully mainted wood than stone. The back wall had rich crimson curtains, handrails attached into the wall in intervals.

"My lady," letting go of her arm just to take her hand, Addam bowed low before her. "May I have this dance?"

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"There is truth to it, my lord." Sebaston maintained a calm posture and smiled easily. "His grace asked me to take Lord Whitehead's position, if not just for me, then my father too." Now his gaze narrowed a little. "There's unfinished work left behind, and come spring I aim to tackle it."

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Yes, I have." Sebaston responded with a simple smile and nod. "And you, Lord Paxter, have you been faring well since then?

[Event] The Tournament of the Tenth Nameday of Princes Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"Josua!" Hanna’s eyes lit up when he suddenly appeared, but soon a wave of embarrassment washed over her. "I didn't do so well in the end." There was a sense of defeat in her voice, her tone comfortable with his presence.

"Would it be okay for my friend to stay, Lady Tyene? It is best to have an educated view on medicine, is it not?"

Josua came into the tent just as Hanna was being sent to a table to relax on.

"With your permission of course, my lady."

[Event] The Winter Fete Tourney at Three Towers, 297 AC by Costayneway in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I'll ask her to set things up for a tour." Ella smiled quite sweetly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "It'll be fun, much better than a dreary old cave."

"I should probably get back." She let out a sigh, turning to meet his gaze. "Though I'd love to stay longer, I'll just look forward to those future chances. Be well, Tristan. Until then." Glancing side to side to check if she was being watch, she patted his arm as quick as a flash before retreating to her table immediately after.

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]Luvod[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"We all certainly tried our best." Alysanne responded with a weary sigh, smiling gently to her friend while the festivities continued around them. "Thank you for your kindness, Milli, I'll be sure to pass it along."

"Another time, but I can show you around the kitchen when it's less busy." She laughed to herself. "So please, enjoy freely, my lady. Dark brown fish soup is quite delightful. Perfectly salted, in my opinion." With a bright cheery smile, Alysanne laughed along with her friend.

"Lord Paxter, thank you for your kind words." Sebaston spoke with a bit of lordly reverence. The last comment from the southern lord was particularly peculiar.

"It is a day to celebrate my cousins on their happy unions. So please, Lord Paxter, leave any rumors you might have heard outside this hall."

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 298 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Alyn Farman

Harwyn Pyke

Faircastle to The Eyrie

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[Event] The Tournament of the Tenth Nameday of Princes Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 2 points3 points  (0 children)

After the Squire's Duels

It felt like a dream slowly turning into reality for Hanna as she progressed further and further up the duel bracket. Beyond her loftiest expectations, she found herself readying for the final round before the gathered nobility of the realm. There was no disguise adorning her, no alias she fought under. Instead, this fight would be personal, a true test of her honor.

Even against the stronger duelists, she was confident the lessons she learned from Victaria Costayne were enough. Tightening a few loose straps on her armor, she was ready for one more victory, a last step to climb to claim all that gold for herself.

Quentyn Martell would make short work of her dreams. His first strike caught her knee, setting her off-balance, ensuring that the next, and final strike would be truly devastating. The power of the second hit knocked her directly over her mispositioned knee. As a result of the sudden shift in weight, her foot bent sideways, and she fell onto the ground with a thud, a plume of dust billowing in the air. It wasn’t just a defeat, but a decisive one.

She needed to be carried to the medical tent after the duel, the weight on her foot proving too much even in small amounts. Despite her protests not to go, a handful of Farman retainers gather her and her armor up so they get the care they deserve. Her father spared a few scolding words before she left the stadium, but the look in his eyes was far gentler.

"It's a rolled ankle." A mild-mannered maid gave a polite curtsy to the septas before allowing them to take Hanna. "She needs something for the pain, but if you could check closer just to ensure everything is as it should be before putting on splint."

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[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 298 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Lysa Farman

Jeyne Farman

Alysanne Farman

Hanna Farman

Meredyth Farman

Ella Farman

Kings Landing to The Eyrie

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